This morning I woke at about 4 a.m. to the sound of a woman screaming. It went on for about an hour, I couldn't sleep. So I was laying on the couch and it got louder and louder. I finally went outside and could see where it was coming from. It was the apartment across the way from me. I called the police. I waited until I could hear the police knocking on the door and a woman's voice. So while I was standing in my kitchen looking out the window, I saw a guy walking in and out of their back patio door, nervously. So I called the police back at the station to tell the watch commander who took my call, that there's now a guy walking around in the back patio area. So she called the cops who were hear to let them know. The guy looked like he wanted to jump off the patio, and it was upstairs. It just looked very weird to me, like he was hiding back there. 
The cops where there for quite a while. So there must've been a good reason. Now I can't believe that I'm the only person around here who cares enough to call the police. I am sure it's from my experience in childhood of being forced to watch my "father" beat up my mother for years and years. And I'd be constantly calling the police on him, I was five years old!
I'm up early, getting ready to go to the Sawdust festival at the beach.I'm kinda tired, but I'm going anyway. Someone bought tickets for me. So far this has been quite a weird weekend.
4:15 p.m.: I'm home now after spending the day in Laguna Beach at
I went with Grace and a couple other friends. While they were looking around I walked down Forest street to a cafe and had a sandwich and iced tea. I was hungry. And when I'm hungry I'm grouchy too. AFter walking around the whole place and checking out all of the way too expensive art, we went out and down to where PCH and Broadway meet. And everyone had something to eat. I just had egg rolls. Marisela ate a lot, so did her buddy (the one who's name I always forget). They both had huge plates of both coconut shrimp and those squiggly French fries. I couldn't eat any of that. I'm on my strict low fat diet now. I can only spend so much time around Marisela and then my patience barometer goes off. I have not patience for her. It was kinda hot too. I think that today I did more walking than I have in a long time, like about 2 years. I'm pretty tired now.
Here's a site of an artist who sells her fairy art at the festival. Made In Heaven By Missy. 
When I put my car into my garage here at home, I tried putting the padlock on the garage door, but it was gone. Seriously, someone stole it. So Bernie and I went to CVS and bought 2 more locks. She bought them for me. She's an angel. And to think that I was so mad at her, she's never mad at me. So now I have one lock on the door. I was so mad. It's like one thing after another in this complex. I so wish I could move to a better complex. I don't like the riff raff that lives here.
I'm glad to have a home though. One with my animals buddies, Nala and my bunny Buddy.
Tomorrow I'm driving BErnie over to her daughter's here in Santa Ana. Her car isn't working I guess. So I'll be able to do that for her. And then I'll get over to the courthouse tomorrow and do the work I didn't do Friday.



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What a brave child—and a tender and attentive woman! Your animals are blessed to have a mama like you :-)
—Melissa